Sunday, May 13, 2012

"NO RACK CAN TORTURE ME"

A poem by Emily Dickinson

NO rack can torture me,
My soul ’s at liberty.
Behind this mortal bone
There knits a bolder one
  
You cannot prick with saw,
Nor rend with scymitar.
Two bodies therefore be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
  
The eagle of his nest
No easier divest
And gain the sky,
Than mayest thou,
  
Except thyself may be
Thine enemy;
Captivity is consciousness,
So’s liberty.

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